1,2,3,
It is chasing after me,
I am searching for a place to hide- quickly.
4,5,6,
It is chasing so much faster.
Fortunately, I found a room for private manners,
A place: the public restroom, I know.
Alone, my hair wisps like full-fed bees; desperately running my needs to the flowing water.
The restroom, I know- an ideal place for breakdowns.
I haven't told yet, but they who are diagnosed agree.
7,8,9,
It is coming.
I hear its feet shuffling greedily,
Kicks every door, almost near me;
It is coming.
10.
The unwanted: door opens;
It is a friend! Bless her for checking on me.
She says it did pass here but left after I start to breathe.
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Sanity For Two
Poetry"I remember why it's important for me to continue living." A collection of poems and a few short stories mainly about mental illness, suicide, death, abuse, love and friendship. ((SOME TOPICS IN THIS WRITING MIGHT BE TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS, SO...
